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Pretty little thing,
Shining brightly in my palm,
Almost close to my heart
And bearer of my
Inner most mind.
How you hold your shape
To my love..
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Was it tears or the rain that made their eyes glimmer. Whatever it was, the air was drenched with sadness that spilled down over their youthful skin a..
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Sinking sinking
Down down
So low,
Lower than the
Reverent bows
And the prostration to
The Gods in temples,
Lower than the earth’s mantl..
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For the muddies, the poop colour, the dirt.
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Women of the world, this is for you.
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A singular shy smile
I grace that young boy,
He smiles right back
with the curve of
His knuckles that grin right back
And place the shadow of th..
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Unkempt hair like
black briar bushes,
Tickle my chin
As I pick the child upon
My shoulders
And wondered at the
Gods that had smiled upon
H..
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Red lips
Cherry soda pop,
Turkish delight,
Sinful surfs,
Livid licks.
These are the names
Stamped on my bullet
Capped Lipsticks in gold
Sen..
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Stay.
I am begging not with my lips
But my eyes shape the words
That my soul cries out for;
As it is written clearly deep
In the scriptures of ..
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